Prince Edward: Have you any last words?
Robert: You have got to be kidding me!
Prince Edward: Strange words.
We have infiltrated the ministry.Severus Snape
Hold you fire. Stop shooting, godammit!Stephen
[Inside the whale] I have to get out of here! I have to find my son! I have to tell him how old sea turtles are!Marlin
I was trying to help you, bitch!Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Commodus: You and I are not much different. You take life when you have to, as I do.
Maximus: I have only one more life to take. Then it is done.
Peter Gibbons: Our high school guidance counselor used to ask us what you'd do if you had a million dollars and you didn't have to work. And invariably what you'd say was supposed to be your career. So, if you wanted to fix old cars you're supposed to be an auto mechanic.
Samir: So what did you say?
Peter Gibbons: I never had an answer. I guess that's why I'm working at Initech.
Michael Bolton: No, you're working at Initech because that question is bullshit to begin with. If everyone listened to her, there'd be no janitors, because no one would clean shit up if they had a million dollars.
Mikey, DJ interviewer: Well. Thanks for that, Bill.
Billy Mack: For what?
Mikey, DJ interviewer: Well, for actually giving a real answer to a question. Doesn't often happen here on "Radio Watford" I can tell you.
Billy Mack: Ask me anything you like, I'll tell you the truth.
Mikey, DJ interviewer: Uh... best shag you've ever had?
Billy Mack: Britney Spears.
Mikey, DJ interviewer: Wow!
Billy Mack: No, only kidding. She was rubbish.
[waving to alien]
David Levinson: Hey, take a look at the earthlings. Goodbye!
Captain Steven Hiller: Y'all take care, alright, 'nothing but love for ya. I ain't got nothing by love for ya.
Captain Steven Hiller: You think they have any idea what's about to happen to them?
David Levinson: Not a chance in hell. Goodnight!
Heroin had robbed Renton of his sex drive, but now it returned with a vengeance. And as the impotence of those days faded into memory, grim desperation took hold of his sex-crazed mind. His post-junk libido, fuelled by alcohol and amphetamine, taunted him remorselessly with his own unsatisfied desire.Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
Eli: Dude, don't mess this up.
Matthew: Mess what up?
Eli: Matt, she's a porn star! Okay? Take her to a motel room and bang her like a beast!
Matthew: Eli, I like this girl.
Eli: And you can still like her with your penis inside her.
George: May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face.
Fred Jung: And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars. Cheers, Georgie.
George: Cheers, pop.